i squatted a place in tucson 2 winter`s ago that i called the DOL house (Dead Old Lady House), because it had all her stuff in it just like when she`d ben alive. It was comfy but quite sad really, b&w photos of her fantastic trips and family memories, she`d done a lot and was pretty hot and independent. She`d kept correspondence from over the years and this is the only thing I took, two postcards her sister had written about their mother dying and dead back on the farm somewhere. Her will was there and named a nephew executor back in like 98, but he`d obviously just liquidated her major assets and not bothered with the memorabilia, left there to crumble...
Made me think that when I die, if I have a house, I`m leaving the door unlocked. It`s a hell of a lot happier thinking about some kid reading your old journals, than imagining them mildewing and just disappearing.